"Oh! certainly."

Off they went, and I wondered when the catastrophe would come. Finally, they returned to the same seats; Miss A. still on the same theme, and R. rather bored, but with a look of fun in his eye.

She assailed him immediately: "How well you dance, Mr. R.! What a pleasure you will have in the Cambridge Assemblies!"

R., who had been to them all last year, dissembled, and asked, "Why! are they different from any other parties?"

"Different? Oh, as different as possible! Such nice fellows and nice music; and, - they are totally different from everything else."

"I shall probably like them immensely; only I have so much to do this last year."

"Last year!" exclaimed Miss A. "Why, you are not going to leave college after one year, are you?"

"The fact is, Miss A., that you have made a little mistake in my class. I am not a Freshman."

"Not a Freshman!" gasped Miss A. "Then what -"

"A Senior."

Tableau!

History does not mention the scolding I got next morning. "Why did n't you mention his class?" said Miss A. "Of course, from your introducing him, I thought he was in your class. But Freshmen are always stupid!"

What could I say?

J. S. M.